Had a day off that was more tiring than a day in work; someone I’ve just met who’s looking to start our local EC group with me just launched a group called ‘The Make Place’. Basically mothers meet with their babies and help look after each others in return for a bit of time crafting (knitting, sewing, making etc). I could only visit as it was my day off, normal work won’t let this happen but I loved it. My city so needs a permanent full time version, kinda like a sewing cafe I guess. Watch this ‘make place’ I guess. DD did wonderful considering she’s 21 months old and the others were all 9 months oldish. And she stayed dry the whole day, even taking her nap in her pushchair so I could fix the knitting she’d pulled off my needles on the way out! I’ve not progressed any, but am back where I was. It’s lacework knitting so not really something easily backed up and fixed!

DH has stepped up with the housework and met the task easily. He actually folded washing away (his pet hate), cooked dinner, washed up, bathed DD and fed her, put washing into the dryer and WROTE SOMETHING ON THE CALENDAR! Wow. Although not all on the same day, over 3 or 4. A lot of it s down to my Flylady (www.flylady.net) rooutines being up to date and the house being so much calmer and less cluttered.

He’s actually very good and willing most of the time, just wants me to tell him what to do when. Trouble is, by the time I’ve told him I could have done something else with the time, which makes me grumpy – which is why he doesn’t volunteer for much in case it’s the ‘wrong’ thing and I get grumpy! So it’s my fault you see.

And I’m not even being sarky!

(PS. I realise there is some potentially identifiable information in here but I’m trying a bit of trust and I’ve grown-up a lot since starting this intermittant blog. We shall see…)

We had some friends over today since we have recently swapped the master bedroom and living/dining/pet/play-room over as there was a stupid size difference. (We live in a flat for those of you who haven’t read the front page yet).

We had one of those moments when everything went wrong in about 20 seconds flat. Ha ha.

1) Bottom. DD, aged 1, was wearing pants, as per recent posts; when she suddenly announced “wee wee!” at the top of her lungs. Taking a quick look, I grabbed the loo-roll as she was already sat in a decent puddle! Thankfully she had the good sense to wait for help instaed of jumping up. She was sat with her visiting 3 year-old friend at her children’s table which we’d just loaded up with ice-cream, biscuits and cheese for our pudding. The Dad of the visiting family very kindly lifted the table onto his lap, so I could get DD out sharpish and onto the potty, when…

2) Ice-cream. The leg of the table caught on his jeans, tipped the table and launched DD’s bowl of ice-cream down the side of his shirt! The cheeses miraculously stayed put from the second it took my DH to jump up (we women had been on our feet at the first “wee wee” battlecry!) till he just caught them at the edge of the table. Clink!

3) DH’s beer has just tipped over at his feet, while he balances the table, cheese and ice-cream withe the other Dad!

The solution: I wizz DD over heads to potty whilst juggling a wad of loo-roll onto hard plastic chair. Our super husbands get table back into place and re-arrange cheese and butter etc. whilst beer is whizzed to kitchen, back with cloth for spilt beer, ice-cream and wee wee before DD back on her chair eating ice-cream, in cloth nappy.

We all laughed. What else can you do! But at least, as my friend pointed out, we’ve had our three things so the rest of the day should be safe.

She was right!

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